…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
Category: art
Mid-August
Pileated woodpeckers and trees brushed with the first swash of gold…I luxuriate my mind in the subtleties of nature’s changes.
A Big Breath
I lost myself among the bigness of a river, of centuries old trees and a Great Lake. I felt absorbed into a speck. And I breathed…
A Vacation of Rivers, Trees and My Mama’s Advice
August 3, 2021 The River What started out as a vacation to see virgin forests, has morphed into the beginning… Read more A Vacation of Rivers, Trees and My Mama’s Advice
The Night Roses
Happy Summer! And please enjoy the wonderful heat of day and the marvelous glow of night…strolling…
I Hope They’re Bowling…
Sunday, June 20, 2021 Happy Father’s Day! I remember my son, at a tender age, coming to me with his… Read more I Hope They’re Bowling…
When the Mask Comes Off
From the ‘before’ to the ‘now, my stumbling naked truth is rather intrigued by the new unknown.
The Coming Flowers
“Oh, Stephanie. It could always be worse!” I can be – I know it is hard to imagine – the worst of worst patients, a whining, complaining ninny.
Earth Day 2021
April 22, 2021 Thank you, Mother Earth…
My J Vaccine, Lot #042A21A
Technically, my bosom was clothed in a rather bedazzled brassiere. Even though I had no intention of any action nearing usch exhibitionism, in the moment I could not have cared less.
